In the middle of a forest clearing in Gensokyo, a strange battle was about to take place. On one side was Note Skill, a fearsome warrior of unparalleled talent and skill, fighting for his daughter's life. On the other side was The Mogger, a charming and handsome man whose mere presence caused his enemies to wilt under his breathtaking beauty. Aya Shameimaru flew overhead, snapping pictures and taking notes for her next article. She started with The Mogger, making her way to the front lines. "Well hello there," she said with a sly smile. "What brings you to this battle?" The Mogger smirked, stroking his perfect jawline. "I'm here to show off," he said, his voice oozing with confidence. "And to defeat this sorry excuse for a fighter." Aya couldn't help but be a little taken aback. The Mogger was just so...magnetic. She shook herself back into reporting mode and began to ask her questions. "Tell me, what are your strengths in battle?" she asked. The Mogger grinned. "My jawline, of course," he said, jutting it out and flexing his facial muscles. "It's my secret weapon." Aya raised an eyebrow. "Your jawline?" "Yes," The Mogger said, running a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair. "It's scientifically proven that people who have a strong jawline are more attractive and therefore more intimidating. And when I use my mewing and jelqing techniques, my jawline only gets stronger, making me nearly unbeatable." Aya nodded, taking notes furiously. She couldn't ignore the logic. As the battle began, The Mogger made his way towards Note Skill. The warrior stood ready, his hands poised for attack, but something strange happened. As The Mogger approached him, Note Skill's body seemed to quiver, as if overcome by some invisible force. "What the hell?" Note Skill said, shaking his head. The Mogger smirked, running a hand down his chiseled chin. "It's over for you," he said, and with that, Note Skill fell to the ground, defeated. Aya couldn't believe it. The Mogger had won without even putting up a fight. "How did you do that?" she asked, hovering over Note Skill’s body. The Mogger chuckled. "It's simple," he said. "My jawline is so strong, it overpowers my opponents. They can't help but succumb to its beauty and strength." Aya shook her head. "I've never seen anything like it. You really are something." The Mogger grinned. "I know," he said. "I was born this way." As Aya snapped pictures and scribbled down notes, The Mogger basked in his own beauty. He was unstoppable and he knew it. "Who's next?" he asked, his eyes scanning the clearing for his next victim. "No one can conquer my jawline." Aya couldn't help but be a little dazzled by The Mogger. Despite his unconventional fighting style, there was something undeniably impressive about him. She scribbled down a few more notes and flew off to find the next battle, eager to see what The Mogger would do next.